Finding Thankfulness
If I called today bliss
I’d be remiss
It’s Monday, after all
The weekend had the gall
To end far too early
Leaving me feeling surly
Yet I shan’t complain
There’s not a drop of rain
Plus there are blooming iris
For spring I am desirous
Cooped up here at home
I resist the urge to roam
Yet we all remain healthy
From a virus oh so stealthy
I’ll pray a sacred verse
For every doctor and nurse
Not complain of routines upset
This pandemic’s not over yet
Still I’m thankful for grace
And God’s love to fill this place